Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1887-10-13
M. G. r. ". NOTES.

POOR LITTLE BLOSSOM.
By Mrs. F.. FL. Bad,oeu.
AaFSEA sob, dear! rs so tired and
ATTfAg lonesome;
AEEHEW1 wonder why mama don't
W. $. to, e. .: rs IS; !: .'.' up n,
And fore walked up SEED
be home.
use said sc was going to see g'andma;
S'e lives by the river so bright;
'spect that my mammals fallen in there,
And p'r'aps SIC won't tum home to might.
81 dess I'se af'aid to stay up here,
Wlvout any fire or light;
But Dod's lighted the lamps up in heayen !;
see 'em all twinkling and bright.
81 dess I'll go down and meet papa;
1 know he has stopped at the store;
It's great pretty store, full of bottles
Wish he wouldn't go there no more!
."Sometimes he's so sick when he comes
home,
He stumbles and falls up the stair,
And once when he coined in the parlor.
He kicked at my poor little chair.
"ADd mamma was all pale and frightened.
And Rugged me close up to her breast,
And called me her poor little Blossom,
And-dess forgetted the rest.
"But member he striked at poor mamma,
His face was so red and so wild,
And member he striked at poor mamma,
And hurried his poor little child.
"But loves him, and dess go find him;
Perhaps he'll come home with me soon.
And then it won't be dark and lonesome
Waiting for mamma to come"
Out into the dark went the baby
The dear little Blossom so fair,
With eyes that were blue as the clear sky,
With halo of golden brown hair.
Out into the night went the baby,
Her little heart beating with fright,
Till the tired feet reached gin-palace,
All brilliant with music and light.
The little hand pushed the door open
Though her touch was as light as
breath),
And the little feet entered the portal!
That leads but to ruin and death.
Away down the long floor she battered,
The pretty blue eyes opened wide,
Till she spied ir corner her papa,
And the tiny feet paused at his side.
ooh, papa!" she cried, as she reached him,
And her voice rippled out sweet and clear.
81 thought if / coined should find you,
And now Pm so glad 1 is here.
"Tbe lights are so pretty, dear papa,
nd T f.,I hot bo
But dess it's most supper-time papa,
For Blossom wants something to eat"
moment the bleared eyes gazed wildly
Down into the face sweet and fair.
And then as the demon possessed him,
He grasped at the back of a chair.
A moment,-a cond,-'twas oyer,
The work of the fiend was completes;
And the poor little innocent Blossom
Lay, broken and crushed, at his feet.
Then, swift as the light came his reason,
And showed him the deed he had done,
With a groan that demon might pity,
He knelt by the quivering form.
He pressed the pale lips to his bosom,
He lifted the fair, golden head;
A moment the baby lips trembled,
Then poor little Blossom was dead.
Then the law, in its majesty, seized him
And exacted just penalty-death;
For only such fiend or mailman
Would deprive such baby of breath.
But the man who had sold him the poison,
That made him demon Of hell,
Why, he must not be less respected,
Because he Is licened to sell.
He may rob men of friends and of money,
Send them down to predition and woe,
But sc long as he pays for his license,
The law must protect him, you know.
God pity men, women, and children.
Who are crushed by the Juggernaut,
"Rum."
May press, pulpit, and platform united,
Fight strong It'll deiiverance come!